The right hand of Noshitaka's corpse was also recovered.

The fingers that didn't wear anything were already almost corroded, and they were stepped on by Takishima Snow again, and the flesh shreds were pulled out, so it showed a particularly tragic twisted shape.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! ”

Takishima Yuki let out a 'woo woo' sound in a panic and bowed to the Nishijo style one after another.

"......" Xicheng style.

Although she wanted to say that she bowed and apologized to the wrong person, Xichengshi thought about it and didn't say much.

The sky had already broken and the snow had gradually cleared, and the two corpses on the ground were covered in snow and frost, and the wounds that had dried up blood were covered with white musculature.

Xicheng-style flipped through the suicide website by the way, and found that the suicide travel page on it had been emptied, and it had become a 'hot recruitment' message.

"In this way, that carrion humanoid monster from yesterday must have been made by the person in charge of the site."

Nishijo pinched his chin and muttered to himself.

Otherwise, there is no reason why as soon as there was an attack yesterday, the page of this website immediately changed.

Presumably, the person in charge of the website was very confident in the humanoid monster, so he changed the information on the website early.

Nishigi also tried to collect pieces of flesh and pieces of flesh flying with humanoid monsters.

There was nothing resembling 'offal' in those cuts of meat.

It felt as if someone had cut up a human body with a wire saw, and then stacked it on top of each other, and finally formed the monster.

Takishima Xue looked at the two corpses on the ground that looked extremely terrifying, and couldn't help but look at the Nishijo style.

This young man collected the corpse pieces of a night yesterday, and his palms were stained with blood and he was not afraid, and the appearance of the villain who was so calm that it was inhuman made Takishima Yuki tremble.

Is there still such a calm person in the world?

And it's also very young to look at the West Side... This psychological quality is inevitably too strong.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but whimper again, and then whispered, "But Mr. Noshi and Mr. Yamaguchi... They're all dead... No one can be the person in charge of the website anymore, right? ”

As soon as Takishima Xue finished saying this, he saw Xicheng's suspicious gaze.

"Uh!! Not me! I'm not the person in charge of the website! I'm really not! ”

She said emotionally, for fear that a Xicheng-style unhappiness would knock her into a pulp.

It's also a wilderness, and no one comes once in 10,000 years.

Even if Xicheng really did something to her, no one would know.

She cried out thinking about it, and the whole person hugged her head and shouted:

"Don't kill me! I really don't know anything! ”

"What are you thinking?"

Looking at her trembling appearance, Xicheng's eyebrows couldn't help jumping, and then he stretched out his hand and pointed to the tent: "I mean let you go get some self-heating rice, I'm a little hungry." ”

"Huh...?"

Takishima Xue was completely stunned after hearing this: "It's just like this? ”

"Hmm."

Xicheng waved his hand, not bothering to pay attention to the third-year student.

After all, he still had something to think about.

Turning his head again, Nishijo looked at the two corpses on the ground.

His mind was racing.

As mentioned earlier, Nishigi did not believe in the three of Takishima Yuki, Noshitaka and Yamamoto Hiroshi.

It's no surprise who of the three of them is in charge of the site.

But now... The three suspects were now two dead in an instant.

The only object of suspicion is Takishima Yuki... It's a bit of an impasse.

Xicheng exhaled a breath of white air, his fingers moving.

This is a small habit of his, and he always subconsciously moves his fingers when he thinks about things.

The thoughtful Xicheng-esque gaze casually swept over the two corpses.

And then—

He saw the arm of Noshitaka, who had been trampled by the snow of Takishima.

Look further down...

The pale five fingers were wearing nothing, and they were covered with frost, and the whole thing was hard frozen...

Wait a minute!

As if he had discovered something, the whole person squatted down and carefully looked at Noshitaka's right hand.

“... So that's it..."

A sudden expression flashed in Xicheng's eyes.

He lowered his severed right arm and couldn't help but mumble to himself.

Yamamoto Hiroshi's body is left alone, but Noshitaka's body is definitely not his.

Then the answer is obvious.

Noshitaka is the person in charge of the suicide website... Even if he is not the person in charge of the suicide website, he definitely has a relationship with the website.

Otherwise, why was there a corpse lying on the ground in his place?

And judging by the fact that he can summon yesterday's monster... Nine times out of ten, the other party will have something to do with the eternal sacrifice.

Then the question now arises.

Where is Noshitaka himself?

What did he want to do?

The question... For the West Side - it's not too difficult to solve!

"It's a campground."

Nishijo stood up, his eyes narrowed.

If you want to hide yourself... Then there is only one ready-made place.

......

It is a wooden house.

Dusty fireplaces clinged to the walls, and discarded sofas littered the corners.

The whole room was filled with cold air like a white mist, and the cold light shone in through the window, giving the barren land a cruel color.

Through this cold light, the things that are lying in the room also come into view.

Corpses, corpses, corpses, corpses – and corpses.

Stiff corpses pierced in the back, hanging from rusty meat hooks.

The corpses hung neatly in the hut, silently oozing a terrifying aura.

The corpses were men and women, old and young.

Basically, there are tourists who have reported on the Internet that they have disappeared in Mt. Morinomiya, or people who have signed up for suicide websites.

These people don't have a good brain.

Noshitaka, who was standing in the room, looked at the scene that looked like a slaughterhouse and thought quietly.

Feeling suicidal?

Isn't it okay to find a random place to commit suicide?

Do you have to sign up for a suicide trip online? Isn't this a search for sin?

Tourists visiting Akita?

Wouldn't it be nice to go to a good sightseeing spot? Why do you have to run into the Suicide Mountains?

Are you afraid that you won't die?

"It's not enough..."

Noshi smiled suddenly, but his voice was low and cold.

As an excluded member of society, he also suffered from the white eyes of his parents at home.

Physically and mentally exhausted and devastated, he joined the Eternal Sacrifice and was empowered—

The ability to slaughter the disgusting guys in society at will.

It doesn't matter if it's a boy from a privileged family.

It doesn't matter if it's a cute-looking girl.

Or those who have committed suicide by signing up for a suicide trip.

Before dying, their expressions were distorted and full of fear.

The ugly kowtow and beg for mercy, betraying his companions to survive...

Yes.

The expression on the face of death is the same.

That look addicted him!

Noshitaka gasped, and a muttering voice came out:

"I don't know what happened to those two guys."

That girl named Takishima Yuki should have been killed by the humanoid monster by now, right?

And that West Side...

That bastard! How dare you do it to yourself!

This is what happened to you! That humanoid monster won't even leave you with a whole corpse!

"Well deserved! Deserve! Damn it! Damn it! ”

Noshitaka thought excitedly.

It doesn't matter if the two of them run away.

He had already been in place for a long time, and he had already prepared a corpse stand-in.

It is impossible for the other party to think about themselves, let alone find their own hiding place.

And... If the two of them hadn't died, then he would have fun again.

"Follow them... Kill both of them..."

Noshitaka muttered to himself with distorted pleasure.

The next moment-

Boom!!!!

The wooden door panel was kicked out of a large hole.

And then...

Noshitaka saw a pair of bloodstained hands.

Click!!

In my ears was the unpleasant moaning of the wooden door panels.

Fear gradually erodes Noshitaka's heart.

His eyes widened as he looked at the people who had entered the cabin, and a voice of extreme fear and incredulity squeezed out of his throat:

"West, Westside?!"